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@another-suicidal-guy3
for real fuck this i hate life and everything that comes with it can't wait to became ashes
cant wait to be dead
I think I've got only a way out
Slave of my mind
I try i try
I try again
I try again
And again
And again
And again.
But i can't really change it.
Everything i try, everything i do, everything I try to change.
It doesn't matter.
It's gonna be forever us.
Me and my depression, me and my mental problems, me and my suicidal thoughts, me and my blades.
I can't change it, it's just about destiny.
Some people are born to do great things, to be happy, to make people happy, to find love a good job make a family and be a good person.
Some people are born just to suffer, until their pain is big enough to kill themselves, i guess i'm one of them.
For all of those reading this, i'm gone by a long time, there's no way to save me. But if you reading this have even a little chance, ask for help, heal yourself, change it, be better.
You can fake it, you can show people what you want, you can appear happy, excited and full of joy.
But when you're in your bed, listening to music in the dark, then you realize who you really are, asking yourself if is still worth it. Fighting, being alive, with a broken soul and your mind that just doesn't work.
Idk if i'm still able to handle it.
Nobody cares.
Everyone cares about themselves.
I'm alone, it's just me and the shit in my mind.
Only thought i got in my mind is me bleeding to death by slipping my throat or cutting my wrists, and it's the only thought that makes me feel better.
I feel like i shouldn't live.
I don't deserve life, i'm just not meant to live.
This world doesn't belong to me.
Imagine living constantly with suicidal thoughts, imagine seeing all the people looking for their future, and you're only able to see you're death. No life, no hopes, no future, no hobbies, nothing, completely empty, just a big hole in your mind. I'm thinking maybe some people just are not meant to live, maybe i'm one of them. Not everyone can be saved, some people are so mentally dead that can't be recovered.
I'm so tired, everyday is harder to wake up and live, even breathing seems like a challenge. Therapists, meds, but what can they do when someone is really so much fucked up? A little p.s:
Selfharm is not cool, being suicidal is not cool. Stop flexing it and encourage them. Stop abusing the word depression. There's a difference between being sad and being depressed, you gotta understand this.
Self harm is an addiction. The feeling of cutting your skin, seeing the blood, like all the shit get out with it. This post is not encouraging nobody. Self harm is shit. But goddamn it's the only thing who makes me feel better.
I've been struggling to survive since i was a kid.
People are afraid of death because of the pain.
I feel pain everyday, when i wake up, when i go to sleep, all day.
I'm not scared of death, i'm not scared by those few moments of pain when i'll kill myself.
I'm tired of life, i'm scared of life.
Everything's gone wrong, in my entire life.
Everyday worse, every month, every year.
Suicidal since i was 9.
People like me know only a way.
Don't be surprised when i'll kill myself.
Be surprised i didn't kill myself a lot time ago.
Liquor in my blood
You were all i want
I gave you everything
I feel so unloved.
Just dreaming things, then realize i'll never get 'em.
Seriously i often think about me and people in my situation and i'm like wtf how can we be still alive who the fuck could handle this shit?
I live just to see how down can i still go